Sunday, December 28, 2014

When you assay what we think we know you realise that we know very little. We have yet to finalise our understanding of this world, have yet to fully grasp the meaning of the discoveries we have made in the fields of quantum physics, of chaos mathematics, of DNA, of a thousand other certainties now questioned. We have yet to fully grasp the meaning of our history, to unpick the reality from the narrative we have been told and sold. We have yet to fully understand the relationship we have with the creator, or indeed if there is a creator, yet to fully comprehend the nature of the religions that have held so many in thrall for so long that we forget, some of us, to question and to dissect and to rely on the faith we are instructed to have lest we veer towards blasphemy. We have no real understanding of the Cosmos, no grasp of its scale or lack of scale, no knowledge of what time is, no knowledge of dimensions nor if they can be crossed. We have no understanding of the consciousness, no real truth about the nature of this reality nor who and what is witness to this story, this unfolding tale. We have no proofs concerning the existence or otherwise of extra-terrestrials though we think we know that the universe is so limitless that the likelihood is that there are, yet we cannot encompass the reasons why, if there are such creatures, they have made no contact or indeed that they have offered no help nor sought to trade or subjugate or rob.

That these questions still linger after a few hundred thousand years of our existence as sentient beings is testament to the limits of our intelligence and to the success of the strategy of those that limit our progress, for indeed our progress is limited by the creature called money and its sister profit which corral and imprison knowledge, is limited by the creature called power and the desire to wield it and hold on to it, is bludgeoned and misshaped by the creature called religion that insists that truth is immutably what it says truth is, is held back by caste and status and inequality that either refuses to educate or educates wrongly by design the whole of our people.
So we are dumb, and kept dumb. We are blind, and kept blind. Reality remains a puzzle the answer to which is concealed. Love, the redeeming love, the best thing about us and the thing we all of us share and share a desire for is relegated in our conscious thoughts as if there were something else we should be doing. As if there were anything else as important, as sustaining, as inherently right, as beautiful, as just as love.

What a vast veil has been cast over us, a great black curtain rendering us blind to the most simple truth, a darkness enveloping us and making us sick, making us share in its evil, making us lose our honour, our dignity, our great spirit, forsaking that which is the best thing about us, the knowledge of love.

Now we catch a glimpse of the evil forces that prevail, that create this false reality, have held sway over us for Millennia and ordered our reality and made it bad and made us sinners all and fill our minds with fear and drive us to surrender our spirits to wickedness in order to survive.

We understand that for them to have power over us, for them to enjoy the vast benefits of that power, for them to fulfil and satiate their every desire after thousands of years of such satiation requires them to shape this reality completely, to order every aspect of our lives, to have control over the veins and the arteries of everything we experience, to be the blood that makes the machine function and without which we could not survive, so dependent we have become. Every aspect of our existence, every structure of our “civilisation”, everything we believe in, everything we think we know, everything we think we need is ordered and structured by their money, by their belief systems, by their hierarchies, by their reward systems, by their thought control, by their entertainment, by their corporations and their ownership and by their laws and their courts and by their police and by their killing machines and their intelligence agencies and their dark evil.

We are rendered helpless.
We are their cattle, their herd, dumb unknowing and unfeeling brutes responding to their whips and their dogs, grazing where allowed, being driven over the precipice when it suits them, worse than slaves we are subjects, we are stock.

Their long rule has immured them to what is normal in terms of pleasure.
They have always eaten what is best. Always had their choice of what is finest. Always enjoyed whatever they choose to enjoy. We examine their history and we see what such power leads to, how the ordinary will not satiate, how only the fiendish will do. They have for Millennia enjoyed the killing of us, the raping of us. For Millennia they have taken our babies and raped them and tortured them and drunk their blood. Our history books tell us of their deeds as if these things were of the past, but of course they are not of the past they are of now. If you have everything you can desire then you will take young life for the lasting pleasure in power that brings, for the energy it gives, for the life it bestows, for the pure enjoyment gained from extinguishing life and drinking in the agony of loss as the soul leaves the body corporeal.

They learned, long ago, that power and love cannot live side by side, that to have power one must relinquish an understanding of love and forego the ability to experience it. Generation after generation they have brutalised their young, taught them to live without love and to despise it as a weakness, taught them to feed instead on the anguish and misery of those they brutalise for in such evil lies the secret to absolute power.

As we know nothing we can speculate as to the origins of these creatures that lack that most human of things, the ability to feel love. We can conject they are demonic, can think of them as alien to us, that they are trans-dimensional soul suckers, whatever. Their origins matter not. Their existence amongst us and their control over our reality are the issue.

We can never be free until they are deposed.
We can never discover what our human species is truly like until they are deposed.
We can never build a world of love until they are deposed.

They sense our coming, sense our growing understanding.
Perhaps we have been here before and they reduced us.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

We are, as we know, but a speck of dust in the firmament that is the universe. Our existence as a species just a partial second in the great drift of time. The dinosaurs ruled the earth for 14,000 times as long as we have been here, even longer when measured against the few thousand years of our educated sentience, longer still when measured against the beginnings of our understanding of the creation.

We are just a speck on a speck in a speck of time and most of us are as dumb as dumb things and never spare a moment to consider this reality but busy ourselves with the trivia of day to day oblivion.

And of these many sink deeper into the oblivion daily with medications or drugs or booze or the next episode of the soaps and think only of the self and the relative comfort of the self and maybe a few close friends or family.

Billions of us face a daily struggle for survival that depends on earning enough of something called money to live another day. This stimulates the fight or flight response in the organism that carries our experiencing witness to this dream. Most of us live at war, constantly in fear when there is no requirement for this.

We need to grow, to make and to share. Each should know that all that is required is to do their share and they will get what they need. This is a simple understanding, an understanding that would in an instant rid the world of much that is wrong, immediately allow the species to rest easy for a while and see ourselves and our planet for what it is, a resource equation that good-will can provide the solution to.

We call ourselves, some of us, God’s creation, yet those billions who do look to money to equate the doing of God’s work with their personal obligation. The tool of evil is promoted as the way that good can be done. Make a donation, fill up the collecting plate, leave a coin and walk away refreshed in the knowledge that you are good and are of God when all you do is oil the gears and wheels of that which is of Satan, that which is the life blood of the evil that courses through our veins.

It has almost all of us in its thrall, this piece of Magick, such that almost none can imagine a world without it, just as none can imagine a world without hierarchy, a world without position or caste or class or the exercise of power by one person over another.

We have no concept of what it means to be free.
No understanding that freedom comes from responsibility, from duty, from the knowledge that we are all in this dream together.

We have simply forgotten this, so age old is our imprisonment.

The fate of this species hangs in the balance and there are few that recognise its imminence, fewer that see the forces at work, even fewer that have escaped deception, even fewer that remain sane in a world of insanity whose minds can encompass the part of the whole that is discoverable, even fewer that know most of the story, fewer still that know almost all, and just one or two human beings that have all the facts.
And they are in charge.

And they will order the world as they see fit and believe they have the right to do so by birth, by blood, because they always have done so and believe they always will.

As we know, they and their acolytes rape and murder and cannibalise our children and bomb and kill us in our millions for their sport.

Yet we cannot unite and address them and their systems and their money and their sick followers, few though they are.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Powerless without unity, the wakening herd drifts ever closer to the edges of the abyss and the power that shapes this reality understands it has little to fear, knows that it has the mavericks and the intelligent firmly in its thrall, malleable and soft as clay.

The great intelligence and vast planning and strategic capabilities of the power, coupled with its stranglehold over scientific mind control techniques and its command of the media and the alternative media, aided by its knowledge of the occult, renders its ascendancy complete.

Only the unity of the mavericks posed a threat, now all but nullified by deception, and the hatches are battened and the sails furled and our masters feel no storm will come to disturb their agenda unless it is a storm they whip up and serves their purpose.

Chaos, that greatest of sicknesses, is spread by them at will.

They manipulate the consciousness of our species casually and with practised ease.
This is where the war is fought, every time.

See how they turned the artificial banking crisis into the crushing psychological hammer of “austerity” with barely a whimper from the great mass of humanity and divided those who understood with such ease, rendered them so useless, distracted them so effectively that those who are “awake” barely entered the consciousness of the herd.

Where were the ten or twenty million voices shouting WAKE UP at once?

Maybe there are a hundred million, maybe five hundred million wakening souls who could bellow loud enough to shatter the calm and cause the herd to raise their heads from grazing long enough to see the approaching cliff edge.

Alas, there is no unity, there will be no collective action, there will be no huge roar.

We awakened souls simply do not know how many we are!

We could, at this moment, number so many millions that if we spoke together the walls of the illusion would crack, light would enter the spirits of the enslaved and enthralled mass of the herd and it would begin, the great unravelling of what is and the birth of what will be.

Those who have taken the leadership of this crucial maverick element of humanity DO NOT COUNT! This alone should alert their followers to their deception.
They do not call for unity.
They do not call for single focus.
They do not set dates for action and drive for unity of spirit.
They instil no courage.
Pass it on:

They weaken resolve, make armchair evolutionaries of us all, tie us to the screen individually, make us non-joiners, sow disagreement and alternatives and disinformation, point us to racism and especially anti-semitism because our masters, some of them who call themselves jew, like nothing better than to kill jews.

This time they want the awakened to carry the resolve to kill the jew, and have sown this seed most effectively.

Owning all the gold, they also want a gold based currency and have sown that idea in the consciousness of the awakened too.

Do you see with what contempt they treat the intellect of the awakening herd?

WE have enough information.

We have enough information to push aside our politicians, our religious leaders, our nuclear scientists, our weapons company executives, our corporate chief executives, the bastard blue blooded royal demons, the owners of the banks, the police that fail in their duty.

There are crimes against humanity aplenty.

We need courts now, honest judges selected from amongst us, the heads of the pyramid of evil incarcerated and put where they can do no harm, their systems dismantled, their hierarchies nullified, their beliefs analysed and cast away if proven false, their control mechanisms ignored and rendered powerless, their chaos calmed, their wars pacified, their inequalities made equal, their entire false reality blown away by the vast up-swelling of the Human Spirit.

We must take back our planet.
The meek must inherit the earth.
The good guys must act together.
Pass this pamphlet around:

Monday, December 8, 2014

This is about proportion, about genetics, about the nature of this reality, about the meaning of life, about purpose, about mission, about the human condition, about now, about all sorts of stuff.

I guess it’s written to me, as judging by the absence of visitors and comments almost no-one else reads this.

If you do, Hi!

So:
We come to an understanding that what we think of as real is simply an illusion.
Albeit a persistent one, as Einstein said. The creator of this reality makes it of atoms, their solidity only registered because of an “agreement” between our senses and the rules of the reality laid down in the core programming.

Think of a car crash in a computer game. The car doesn’t exist. The wall it crashes into doesn’t exist. But there is an explosion, and noise, fire and smoke.
None of it is real, just photons of light interacting to a set of rules, a core programme.

This reality operates in the same way.
We believe it to be real because we exist within it and the core programme carried by the body-mind accepts it as such.

And because most people never even think to ask.

It’s an amazingly detailed reality. Self-fixing, self replicating life forms existing in the perfection that we call nature, which can do no wrong but simply is, in balance, created to self-perpetuate and to tidy up after.

We are made of atoms and return to atoms and are recycled as tree or stone or worm or, one day, star, as we were in the beginning.

The nature of the whole universe is beautiful in its absolute complexity and in its absolute balance. The universe is always a simple mathematical equation, 1=1 and there can be no more nor no less than the whole.

It is a whole, encapsulated, consisting of indestructible elements which are perpetually and eternally recycled, creating the appearance of sentient beings as just one part of its function, or created for those sentient beings as a place for them to experience.

Like a nursery school for eternal beings, perhaps.

We like to think we are the most important function of reality, because we are human and full of conceit, which is of course the main cause of the problem with our species.

Reality could have been made by the creator for insects, we humans being just incidental to the experience they go through.

Squashers and swatters and poisoners, to be avoided at all costs.

We have this terrible conceit because we believe ourselves to be the cleverest things around! Look around you, at the baby murdering scum we have become and ponder the opinion of the creator, or any truly sentient being, of us apes.

It is no wonder truly advanced beings, if such exist, do not visit us.

We are bad animals.

Our made-murderous species offers no opportunity for peaceful tourism.

If an alien appeared our first instinct would be to shoot it, and then dissect it, and then try and steal what technology it had.

Probably, we’ve done this already.

We know, of course, that our consciousness is carried by these atom-made machines, these feelers of pain and experiencers of warmth and of cold, these livers of short lives in the eternity of the moment “now” that we call “I”.

But we do not know the place of this consciousness, cannot find it in our brain, can just conceive of it being elsewhere, transmitted into the body-machine from elsewhere, watchers that are denied the understanding that they are watchers, so to give substance to the experience of reality.

Is this the purpose of the Pineal gland, perhaps, the sender and receiver of information?

(An aside: Do chemtrails limit the ability or function of these transmitters, as perhaps fluoride might? The former acting as a barrier to transmission, the latter coating the gland and limiting its functionality?
Just asking!)

We know that random choices, when made, occur somewhere else before the consciousness of a decision makes itself apparent in our conscious minds. Our muscles are already shaping to press button A before we think we have decided to press button A.

Read this and similar if you don’t know what I’m talking about:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuroscience_of_free_will

Are we two essences in one? Is their inner mind and body-mind? They say we use about 6% of our brains. What does the rest do?

One questions the purpose of the game.
Did we sin?
Are we greater beings sent here to learn good from evil?
Is this a prison?

Could we spend or have we spent a hundred thousand years or a couple of million continuously re-written into the book of life until we learn?

Until we repent?

Until we understand the fruits of the tree of knowledge of good and evil from every angle, from the giving and receiving of both, as perpetrator and as victim?

Were we once trodden on as ants, dropped live into boiling water as shrimps or lobsters, eaten by lions? Have we lived every life of every creature from bacteria upwards in the food chain? Have we stood as trees for centuries to learn patience?

Did we know what it is to be stone, and have forgotten?

Ponder these questions, ponder the nature of reality, of mind and of consciousness, then seek to find the answer.

If you are looking, then you are looking for the answer.
That is what it is to be a truth seeker.

Evidence is accumulated, doubted, analysed, retained or discarded, checked if checking is possible, sorted from the chaff that is existence seeking the wheat that is truth.

The truth is your purpose, your mission, the reason for being.

We might conject that the purpose is to find good, to find love, to live with love as an absolute.

We might ask why else would the creator design such a game?

Perhaps we have that the wrong way around. Perhaps the creator is evil, and desires us to revel in the cesspool of foulness that this world has been and is.

Or perhaps there are two creative players in this game, the split mind of the creator, God and Satan as our legends have it, in one.

Which brings us to free will and to choice, which brings us to this moment, which brings us to the answer and the prize and the next stage in the game.

Which is an act of collective consciousness that can create.

We have this anyway, and exist in the duality of it, and good is losing.
We collectively make our reality.

Forces condition us to believe we don’t, that they are all powerful, that we have little choice, little free will.

But we do.

Free will is the whole of the thing.

But it is the collective free will, the exercise of our collective power as a single consciousness, the Human Spirit as expressed by us all that is the free will I speak of.

WE can choose to make life good.
It is a matter of understanding.

And then of being.

Just love.

And if we find this cohesion, the core programme that links us, the power that flows from that, can we not create a world of love?

Monday, December 1, 2014

You dig deep, friends, and the deeper you go the more worms you find, the more rot, the more that is wrong and is inexplicable by any human standards, the more deception you have to see through the insane subtlety of, such insane subtlety designed to make you lose heart or to disbelieve your instincts.

This is the rabbit hole you are delving into, the burrow that makes you question your own sanity, ponder your own reason, debate your purpose and your mission.

You have such a purpose, such a mission, though you may be unsure that it exists because to believe that you have a mission is to accept responsibility without anyone telling you that you have such responsibility.

Do you see?
You believe you lack the authority to believe you have authority?

This is how our free will is taken from us.
How we are disconnected from the purpose of this experience.
This is how uncertainty has been seeded into human consciousness.

Hierarchy, that unnatural creature, holds you back.
Hierarchy is inhuman.
It demands proof when instinct should be accepted as a sense, as an interpreter of reality as reliable as sight in this atom-fabricated mind-interpreted illusion.

Because of hierarchy we act differently to how we would act if there were none.
The false reality makes liars and sinners of us all.
What we know is wrong as children we forget as we grow into adulthood and accommodate the “real world” and deny our ethical and moral responses, our instinctive natural justice.
We do harm and cannot see how we cannot do harm, feel powerless to stand out from the crowd, accept what is being done to us.

You buy, you sell, you earn, you pay tax.
The tax is spent on doing harm, on killing babies somewhere.
Their blood is on your hands yet you dare not say NO!

You fear to live by your instinctive understanding of right and wrong, because everyone else is trapped, because everyone else would think you strange, because the relentless grinding machinery of state would chew you up and spit out the pieces.

That is no excuse.
Find your courage.
Stand out from the crowd.

The false reality depends on secrets that humans are educated to treat as fairy tales or as fantasy.
We are taught of demons as bogey-men, not as living entities.
We think of alien body snatchers, of trans-dimensional entities, as creatures of fancy, creatures of fantasy, as the stuff of dreams and of Hollywood.

Without scientific proofs we knew, long ago, of these creatures.

That knowledge, like the knowledge that comes from guided and careful exploration of our greater minds and our greater perceptiveness through careful use of entheogens, was systematically eradicated by the Inquisition and by the slaughter of human tribes.

To believe instinctively in those that are “other” is to be considered naïve, to be thought of as insane.
Such has been the success of the power in diverting our attention from the reality.

We see (last post) that there is a genetic code for violent crime. The result of rape, over millennia, by our reality shapers spreading their seed. If you see a video of a psycho cop, or wonder where they got the guards for prison camps, or the lever pullers for the guillotines, wonder no longer.

We are most of us of mixed blood.
In some it becomes the dominant factor.
I am sure our masters can sense those that have the gene as dominant, bring them into their fold, share the spoils of ownership with them.

Use them to create the pyramid of power.
They are the cattle drovers amongst us.
They shore up the belief system so well that we believe this reality is all there is, that we believe human beings are the cursed wreckers we seem to be if you watch their news or read their history books.
We are none of these things.
We are a species under occupation.

At the summit of this pyramid of power are enthroned those that strive to keep the blood pure, breed for it, produced Will I Am from the brood mare Diana for the purpose.

They, we know absolutely from our history, unquestionably and without doubt, have always been mass murderers, child killers, sexual predators, paedophiles, rapists, torturers and genocidal freaks. They kill and eat our children. Always have. They believe it is their right to do these things. Always have.

Always.
Known facts.

Our “royalty” are a multi-generational predatory sub-species that has, for thousands of years, been what we call today psychopathic mass murderers and paedophiles.
Human labels for inhuman creatures.

Yet most of this current generation of “subjects” believe that this current royal generation is somehow different, simply because their behaviour is now hidden.

Well, of course it would be.
We cattle have been wising up, despite their efforts to keep us dumb.

And there are so many of us now.
They need to hide now, or we would get rid of them as we should have centuries ago.

But leopards change not their spots.

The internet allows those that have suffered at the hands of these monsters, if they live, to spread their histories. It allows those that served the dragons to reveal their secrets. The butler, the driver, the maid, the lover.

Some they kill.
Some they ensure the public never read of.

Others get through and speak their truths and the power gathers them and publishes them and hopes you will rely on those false agents that gather and publish to do what is needed, to do your work for you, so you believe something is being done.

When all that is being done is that you are being drawn into a state of learned helplessness, or overexposed and rendered inactive by that.

Remember all those pictures of starving kids and how we gave, then grew unmoved by exposure, then stopped giving?

Those that daily expose the paedophile murderers that form this swarm are agents of that swarm.
They serve a purpose.
They distract you from doing something.

The “tell”, the sign that they are agents, is always and ever the refusal to count the number of humans that are willing to get up and do something.
They don’t even ask.
There is no question “Shall we do something?”
There is no question “How many are we, and are we strong enough to make a difference?”

There is no attempt to unify humanity, even to unify the millions of “awake” human beings who visit their sites.
There is NO ACTION CALL, no organisation, just constant horror reporting and psychological shock treatments that render you bitter but also apathetic.

Their viewers become couch potatoes as surely as the mainstream couch potatoes, but a little smugger.
Waiting for the daily dose of horror, for the horror addicts they have made by this strategy.

And they are everywhere, these false agents, in their thousands, and they do exactly the same as the mainstream.

And most truth seekers have fallen for this and are armchair rebels.

With a very few joining our masters’ prepared action groups, the occupy or thrive or anonymous bullshit.

This is, remember, full spectrum war on the human race.

When we are conceived our mothers eat atoms. Our mothers bodies take those atoms and feed them to the cell manufacturing machine that grows a new biological mechanism for a new consciousness, or maybe for an old consciousness going round again. Each cell carries a complex computer code we call DNA. The whole process speaks of an engineering capability some thousands of years in advance of our current capabilities but which we can now see could be done.
We can see the science of creation.

That veil is now lifted, just a little.

That creative process takes atoms made of almost nothing and sets up a relationship between the senses and the consciousness of the creature created and the atoms that form the rest of reality.

The rules of the game are laid down in this creative process.

The atoms of that wall are not solid.
The atoms of your body are not solid.
Both are created of nothingness.
Only the senses and the consciousness accept them as solid.
And so they “are”, but are not.

You cannot walk through that wall.
Because you believe you cannot.
That belief is programmed into you.
It is part of the core programme, the operating system of life that creates this reality.

What is the purpose of the game?
The purpose of the game is for the players to create, by use of collective consciousness and will, a world that is good, a world that takes the perfection of nature and its bounty and adds to it, a world which is pure of heart and full of the Human Spirit we are each conceived with.

It is not, as the Buddhists would aver, about personal karma, about getting it right yourself.
There can be no self in that sense.
The game is the whole game.
The consciousness of the species is the prize.
Doing no harm, only doing good the object.

Only by understanding this wholeness, this species-wide objective, can we advance to the next stage of the game.

Our understanding of the world, the corner of the veil we have upturned, is limited by the false reality and the system that attaches monetary value to knowledge.
Knowledge isn’t shared.
We should be much, much further down the road to discovery than we are.
Money and its control has held us back.
This is simple logic.

So, we see amongst us these genetic others, these “Mr Smiths” (to coin a “Matrix” phrase), these evil psychopathic bastards that control this reality.
And what are we to make of them?

They act, collectively, to create a species of sinners, bonded slaves bound to a system that is evil.

Their object, it seems, is to prevent our collective consciousness from creating a world of good.
They are the perverters of humanity.
They are winning.
They have almost won.
You pay taxes. Ergo you kill babies.

Christians ready for the rapture take note. You are murderers if you pay into the system and do not work towards awakening our species to the wrong we do. Muslims take note. Jews take note. Buddhists take note.

There are no truths in what you have been fed to believe by the entities that have the function of trying to prevent human consciousness from collectively creating good.

There is only good and evil.
As a species we must choose.

The choice is simple to make, but requires unity of our collective consciousness.

This, and only this, is the route to evolution and the next level of the game.

It requires the abandonment of everything we have made as a species and cling onto out of habit or learned behaviour or belief.
It requires that we start again with love as the foundation.
It requires that we find our Human Spirit.

The entities that ravage us…?
We simply need to walk away from everything they have constructed.
Their power derives from their control of our collective consciousness.
Freedom, evolution, is a short step away from us if we take that step together.

That is the purpose of the game.
This the endgame.

Don’t look back at what was.
Don’t look around at what is.
Look forward to what might be.
And believe in humanity.

Pass this on.
The power hates this stuff.

With great love,
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti.
Xxx xxx xxx

PS
The atoms that make the entire human species, when deprived of the space that they are largely made of, could fit into a wine glass. This is how real this reality is.
Not.
Our short lives, measured in that thing we do not understand but call time, are a test for us as a collective consciousness, not as individuals.
This is a false reality.
A game.
It must be won.
That is the purpose of your life, that your mission, to create a world of good when it seems impossible, when it seems as if evil has all the aces, when all seems lost.
It is your purpose and it is all of our purposes.
Want to try?
Wake up.
Beware of deceivers.
The conduit nears.